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“Yes.”

“Then until I catch you again.” He touched my cheek, kissed me on the corner of my mouth, lingering for just a moment as if he’d draw the breath from me, then pulled back. He stepped away, grinning, and it was all I could do to keep from following him, step by hypnotized step.

He turned and continued down the street, hands tucked in his trouser pockets.

So where were all the seductive Brazilian hunks when I had time on my hands?

I picked up a visitor’s badge, found my way to the Clinical Center building, and kept walking, like I was going to Flemming’s office again: down the hall, around the corner to the elevators. At this point, I had no idea what I was doing. Cormac said he’d be watching for me.

It was easy for him to talk about sneaking into government buildings. He hadn’t been accosted by Men In Black on his arrival in town. He wasn’t having paranoid delusions about the hallway in the Senate building being bugged so that some security goon heard all our plans and was waiting for us to make the first move and catch us red-handed.

I clung to the wall, glancing around with wide eyes, convinced someone was following me.

I scented Cormac—his light aftershave and the faint touch of gun oil that never left him—just before he stepped around a corner and grabbed my arm. I still gasped and had to swallow back a moment of panic. This isn’t danger, I’m not in danger. He put his hand against my back and guided me forward, so that we continued down the corridor, walking side by side, like we belonged here. He’d left his guns at home this afternoon.

We stopped by the elevators. Cormac pushed the button. No gloves, I noticed. Maybe that came later.

I leaned close and whispered, “I have to ask, aren’t you worried that maybe somebody heard us? That maybe the FBI or something knows we’re here and is watching us? I mean, we planned this inside a Senate office building. They probably read our lips off the video surveillance.” I glanced over my shoulders. First one, then the other.

“Norville, the thing you have to understand is, the government is a big bureaucracy, and the left hand doesn’t know what the right is doing most of the time. The fact that it gets anything done is a miracle. Nobody’s paying attention to us. But they’ll start if you keep acting like you’re up to something. Stop looking around.”

We didn’t much look like we belonged here. Cormac was still wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I was only marginally better in slacks and a knit top. But he acted like we belonged here, and that was the key. Keep quiet, don’t spend too much time looking around like you needed directions, and know where you’re going.

The elevator opened, we stepped inside, after letting the few occupants exit: a couple of people in white lab coats, a woman holding a flower arrangement. She was dressed about like I was. Cormac was right. No one paid attention to us.

He pushed the button to send us to the basement, carrying on like we had an appointment with Flemming. By the time the doors opened to spit us out, my stomach was doing somersaults.

“We can’t walk right into his office,” I whispered at him, hoping I didn’t sound as panicked as I felt. “What if he’s there?”

“He won’t be. I sent him on a wild goose chase.”

“You what?”

He looked down his nose at me, the long-suffering stare that made me feel like an annoying younger sibling.

“I called him from a pay phone, said I knew him from the army and had information about his research, but I had to talk to him in person. I told him I was in Frederick.” He pursed his lips in a wry smile. “He’ll be gone for a couple of hours.”

Frederick, Maryland. Some thirty-five miles away. Close enough for Flemming to think that following the lead was worthwhile, far enough away to keep him busy for a couple of hours. Flemming would be gone all afternoon, assuming he took the bait. Considering Flemming was more paranoid than I was, I could assume he had.

That was hilarious. I was beginning to think that Cormac hadn’t just done this sort of thing before. I was sure he’d done it often.

Now, Cormac put on gloves, made of thin black leather. I followed suit, though mine were cheap knit ones I’d dug out of my car. Not nearly as cool as his. By the time we got to the door of Flemming’s office, he’d pulled something out of his pocket: a card key.

“Where’d you get that?” I hissed.

“Janitor,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’ll give it back.”

Oh. My. God.

The lock clicked; the door slipped open.

I followed Cormac into the office. He closed the door smoothly behind me.

The office was dark. Cormac made no move to turn the lights on. Enough ambient light showed through the frosted window in the door to find our way around the room. My sight adjusted quickly. Quicker than Cormac’s—I headed toward the paper shredder in the corner while he was still squinting.

The bin under the shredder was empty. So was the counter next to it. All those papers, gone. Of course they were, he’d spent the morning shredding them.

I started working my way through the remaining stacks of documents piled around the desk and bookshelves. They were all medical journals, published articles, photocopies of articles, dissertations, and the like. Some of them I’d dug up on my own. At first glance, none of them offered insight into Flemming’s research. It was all background and supporting documentation. The bread, not the meat at the middle of the sandwich.


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